The Same Hour my Brother Died

One night, I woke up in a cold sweat. I had just dreamed of my twin brothers. In my dream, one of my brothers died in the backyard of the house we grew up in, where we have not been in 15 years. That next morning, my mother called me and told me she found my brother dead lying on the floor. He was only 21 years old. The examiner estimated his time of death at around 4:00 am that morning, which is the exact time I woke up with the nightmare. My late brother's twin, Jonathan, told me the same thing happened to him. I have always had a reoccurring dream of the house we grew up in, I am flying over the trees escaping the person who is after me. In my dream I have powers to move things and make things do what I want. I always have control. In the dream where my brother died, I had no control. I actually cried in my dream, and woke up with tears on my face. I have had these types of dreams all of my life. As long as I dream I am in control, I have control of my life. When I dream and I lose control, I know the next day will be a trying one. I've always known I had a gift, I just do not know how to use it to my advantage.